Devon "Gold" Golder - I Pray lyrics

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Devon "Gold" Golder - I Pray lyrics

[Hook:] To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cheese and get out these crazy streets To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some guap and get off this crazy block To get away I got to pray that I'll Make some cake and get out this crazy place To get away I got to pray that it'll Be all good if I get out this crazy hood and I pray [Verse 1: Ca**idy] I pray everyday for a better life But it's never a night I ain't trying to get my cheddar right Make it better Christ, I'm on both of my knees I'm trying to stop copping coke by the ki's Forgive me Father, but I got to keep a toaster to squeeze I be stressing cause the blessings I'm supposed to receive I ain't getting yo, I'm supposed to succeed, but I didn't yo I didn't know, cause I was naive but now I'm getting dough My song getting played, I hit the stage and spit a flow Rip the show and make enough money to buy a brick of snow I get to travel to places you never get to go So I got to move from the block, I'm a lot richer yo I'm a lot sicker yo, I make hits quicker yo When I blaze the haze and mix it with the liquor yo n***as know to get cheese I need these streets So I'm a stay, but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday [Hook] [Verse 2: Shiz Lansky] For a life full of transgressions, is Heaven harder to enter Are the roads to the pearly gates, all for repenters' Is the harder the winter, the harder the sinner Lord I blow so much kush, the answers hard to remember I'm a win the game hands down if y'all are contenders Cause see y'all far from the real thing, see y'all are pretenders I know I ought to go to church and pay my ties But I'd rather play the hand I'm dealt and weigh my odds But I drop to my knees, and I pray my God That when you save my soul, you save my squad Cause they some viscous k**ers that'll spare no life They don't pray to Allah, and they don't fear no Christ So don't where no ice, cause they'll run up and clap you dummy Which proves my theory the route of evil's the lack of money So that's the reason why I stack my money I'm trying to move from these streets and concentrate on this rapper money [Hook] [Verse 3:] Man it's Larsiny Family, and we all hood If we all could get money it'll be all good cause We all street, but we all deep I'm trying to make more, to make sure that we all eat Until we all fall, then we get fed Then get bread, we hustling to try to stop suffering Yea I put my L in the air, I got love for them And everyday I pray that they stop struggling, for real [Hook]